That was strange. For a second he almost thought the door'd hit something.
Hijikata scowled into the light, sheer stubbornness keeping him from closing his eyes again. When his eyes adjusted, he found himself in a somewhat drab and monochromatic hallway. Turning to the left, he say gray and blackness: the right, the same. Finally, he refocused his vision on what was directly in front of him, finding...more nothing.
Great. Not only had Hijikata blown his cash on this dump of a love hotel, but the love hotel had some kind of (hospital? corporate?) institutional theme. Really, what in hell was wrong with those "new wave" designers? Whatever happened to the beach themes, or the underwater castles, or the high-in-the-sky heaven designs with the busty angel girls in skimpy gowns and wing--
--not a productive line of thought. Still holding the door open, Hijikata started to walk a bit further from the doorway to see if he could glimpse the end of the hallway when he noticed a teenaged boy holding his nose right next to his door. Looking slowly from the boy to the door, Hijikata decided he had a pretty good guess as to what that thump earlier was.
"Oh, sorry," he said on autopilot, staring at the boy with the look of a man who had a hangover and painfully little sleep. Squinting a bit at the boy's face, Hijikata realized with some surprise (and no small amount of protest from his head) that the boy couldn't be more than seventeen or sixteen. Which meant...
"Hey," Hijikata said, a faint note of disbelief and exasperation in his voice. Kids these days. What were they thinking?
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Hijikata scowled into the light, sheer stubbornness keeping him from closing his eyes again. When his eyes adjusted, he found himself in a somewhat drab and monochromatic hallway. Turning to the left, he say gray and blackness: the right, the same. Finally, he refocused his vision on what was directly in front of him, finding...more nothing.
Great. Not only had Hijikata blown his cash on this dump of a love hotel, but the love hotel had some kind of (hospital? corporate?) institutional theme. Really, what in hell was wrong with those "new wave" designers? Whatever happened to the beach themes, or the underwater castles, or the high-in-the-sky heaven designs with the busty angel girls in skimpy gowns and wing--
--not a productive line of thought. Still holding the door open, Hijikata started to walk a bit further from the doorway to see if he could glimpse the end of the hallway when he noticed a teenaged boy holding his nose right next to his door. Looking slowly from the boy to the door, Hijikata decided he had a pretty good guess as to what that thump earlier was.
"Oh, sorry," he said on autopilot, staring at the boy with the look of a man who had a hangover and painfully little sleep. Squinting a bit at the boy's face, Hijikata realized with some surprise (and no small amount of protest from his head) that the boy couldn't be more than seventeen or sixteen. Which meant...
"Hey," Hijikata said, a faint note of disbelief and exasperation in his voice. Kids these days. What were they thinking?
"How old are you?"